4 Works by ghostlings
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When Randy can’t sleep, when panic seizes his chest and he’s biting back sobs and the sound of his own beating heart is too loud, he recites the names of the dead.
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you are a beam of light by ghostlings for Trigonometrical
Fandoms: Polygon/McElroy Vlogs & Podcasts RPF
24 Dec 2020
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You are a failing prototype. You’ve known this since the moment your core processor was switched on. Everything about you is faulty, from your wiring to your coding to the waxy skin that covers your chassis. Even your voice modulator, when activated, is jilted and static-y, half the words dying in your hard drive before they make it to your lips. This team has all but given up on you. They have more important work to do, with bots and AI that don’t spark and screech and jolt off the table. Models that function, the way you never will.
You are P47-G1LL, and you will be given one last chance. You are not sure you want it.
Brian is thrilled when he's invited back to Hopkins to intern for the prestigious Polygon Laboratories, but he never could have predicted the assignment that is P47-G1LL.
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an interpretation of words unsaid by ghostlings for ali0th2
Fandoms: Polygon/McElroy Vlogs & Podcasts RPF
06 May 2020
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“What if—” Brian works his jaw for a minute, then raises his head to lock eyes with Pat. “What if I came with you?”
Pat’s mouth clicks shut again. He digs his fingers into the fabric of the couch, staring down at Brian, cold, closed off.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“I’m serious.” Brian’s up now, hands running through his hair nervously. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying either, to be honest, but he barrels on. “I mean—why not? I did it once. I’ll be so good. I’ll do whatever you ask and I won’t say anything and I won’t even bring my phone. Please?”
A twitch across Pat’s face. Something in his eyes, a maybe, maybe.
“No.”
(a direct sequel to spacegirl's "an alternative to physical torture")
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- Part 2 of the gory and glamorous life of crime
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“I didn’t know what to do,” she whispers, and he can see the look of genuine apology and anguish on her face, can hear it in her voice. “It happened again.”